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A Wild Ride on the Dublin GhostBus

It's great to have connections. I managed to snag an invitation yesterday to ride the Dublin GhostBus, reportedly the world'sonly GhostBus.

We were in for a wild ride. We embarked on the bus on a dark rainy night and passed the skeleton of what was likely a former passenger...

We climbed up to the 2nd story and all the windows were covered in thick dark curtains and we couldn't see out. The bus was bathed in eerie red light. Art, our guide, ran up the stairs wielding a furry rat and before we knew it, we were on our way.

Our first stop was St. Kevin's Park. I had no idea where we were since the windows had been covered during the ride. That also brings me to an important point, if you get motion sick easily, this tour is not for you... We disembarked in the pouring rain and fearfully followed Art as he unlocked the cemetery gate. The plan was for him to give us a lesson in grave robbing!

We gathered round an area of the ruined church where reportedly catholic priests, bishops, and nuns were slowly put to death while on display so locals would understand what it meant to defy the church of England.

We moved on to a 'gravesite' where Art proceeded to tell us about the hard times of medical science when bodies for research and learning were hard to come by. Grave robbers could make a good living spotting fresh graves and digging up bodies under cover of darkness.

After the demonstration, we piled back on the bus bound for what we feared would be an other-worldly destination.

We pulled up at the 40 Steps outside the old Dublin city wall. This area is also known as the entrance to Hell.

Once again, Art unlocked the gate while we stood by in fearful anticipation of what lie beyond.

We found a church bathed in devilish red light.

We mounted the stairs and were treated to more ghostly tales at the top of the steps including the stories of debauchery surrounding Buck Whaley.

We boarded the GhostBus and on the return ride, I was serenaded by our guide! He held my hand in his and sung a tale about how he killed me and cut off my hand to forever remember me. Frightening... but oddly flattering.

I definitely recommend the GhostBus for a night of adventure with ghosts, goblins, and ghouls.